it turns out thai is even worse.
The first Thai film, I found that Thai people are either very good-looking, or the native is ugly.
Just having such a screeching voice coming out of the mouth of such a handsome face of Mario Maurer makes me feel very outrageous.
There is absolutely no meaning of discrimination (it is said that Vietnamese and Thai are all from ancient Chinese), it is my own ears and eyes that are not in harmony.
My first love was long and tangled.
In 2000, when I was in my second year of junior high school, I joined the chorus. There are three boys in the high voice department, two on my left and one on my right. His first year.
We were the same age, and we were almost the same height at the time. The teacher was very contradictory about how to arrange us, so the two of us exchanged for each other.
That's how I was doomed to be entangled with him to the end.
I started to like him when I was in the third year of junior high school. I lived on campus and he went to school. Every day after school, I went to Yonglu and walked all the way until I bumped into him and said goodbye to him. The boys in their class would be booing, but he wouldn't explain it, laughing while leaning on his bicycle.
A year later, I went straight to the high school of our school. On weekends, I frequently went back to the junior high school to see the teacher. I hoped to meet him, and I was very concerned about whether he could go straight to the school.
I started writing a diary at that time. At that time when mobile phones were not popular in middle school, I desperately needed a way to talk. And then unreceivable.
I deliberately picked a dark blue book with a lock and the password was our birthday.
When I was in the first semester of high school, he was admitted to the helicopter and moved to the high school early. The day I saw him, I felt that I was going to float with happiness.
So I used a pen with blue and black ink every day to record where I saw his back, word by word (my myopic eye can distinguish his back from a hundred meters away even without glasses, of course, I can't recognize him at all. others...), where did he greet me.
I carefully observe the first two weeks of each semester, and I can grasp the timetable of their class in other buildings almost immediately, and then mark it on my timetable. Every time that class ends, I run out to meet him by chance.
In the cafeteria, several grades take turns to be advanced every 5 minutes. When our grades go in, I have to wait until he has finished eating, and then rush over to line up with him to wash the rice bowl; when they go in first, I am far away. Seeing that he has finished eating, even if he only ate two bites, he would throw it away (I'm sorry, uncle peasant).
That's how I wrote four books.
The little thing about first love is not the most stupid, only more stupid.
I did everything the heroine did in the movie, and I did everything she didn't do.
I also once stood by the window waiting to see him. During the physical activity class, I ran back to the dormitory and lay on the window sill to watch him play on the basketball court downstairs in the dormitory. During the sports meeting, I asked a friend to help me take pictures of him secretly. When I was there, I deliberately chose a location that was not too far away, pretending to chat casually with my friends, and kept glancing at it by the way.
I pretended to have an accident and passed by the gate of his class again and again. I could see that he was very happy. The mere thought of being very close to him was enough to make me rambling.
I gave him a card at Christmas, maybe he didn't take it seriously and never got back to me. I thought about it for a few days, and finally my deskmate couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over to ask him for a return card (the same desk at the time. with him in the student union). Even if I was forced to give it to me, I was very happy to get it, even if it was the cheapest card with the stills of Huanzhuge on it, I don't know where he took it and wrote it to me. . His handwriting is very beautiful and upright, and he writes official words that can no longer be official, and I have always kept them.
I will be unhappy to see him walking with other girls, but I think calmly and say that I have no right to be jealous now that they are lab partners and cannot be that kind of relationship blah blah blah.
I remember that there was a girl in their class who liked him very much. That girl came over to get to know me on purpose. After getting to know her, she realized that she was always beside him. She looked at him with the same eyes as mine. Once I quarreled with him over something so small that neither of us was embarrassed to say it. I insisted for two days (only for two days) not to wash the rice bowl with him. I was washing the dishes after eating that day, and this girl ran over and stood beside me and kept staring at me. She didn't ask me who you were when I turned around. It's not a quarrel, I said no (there's really no way to say it, it's completely vexatious and looking for trouble). She stood beside me for a long time, and finally sighed and said: You two are so similar, I asked him and he didn't say anything. This incident made me secretly happy for a long time, and I was not angry immediately. Later, the girl went to Singapore before graduating from high school and lost contact.
When I was on duty, I had to stand in the main hall of their building, so that I could see it often. I didn’t dare to walk into their class to check the hygiene, although no one knew my little secret (it was later discovered that many people knew it. ...); When I checked out the number of fuckers, I also asked the monitor to place me in the class next to their class, looked at him from a distance, and snickered at the self-righteous little smart.
It will find a phone number that is suspected to be him and keep calling, and then tell the family who do not know if it is his family, but still believe that it is his family, that the number is wrong.
Very fascinated by the psychological test, write it down and let him choose when I meet him, to see if we are compatible.
When I was in class, I would also pass notes to my friends to discuss why I liked him. When my friends saw him in school, they would tell me what he was doing at the time. Later, most of the classmates in the class would come and tell me, which made me very embarrassed. , like the eyeliner he spread all over the campus, as if the whole class had fallen in love with him.
I also occasionally write small notes to him, fold them into complicated Fang Sheng, and watch him take them apart bit by bit. I've always wanted him to write back to me, but never.
When the school holds a parent-teacher meeting or when the power goes out, the students will go back to the dormitory collectively early. He will occasionally call my mobile phone with an IC card at that time, and there is no surprise at all.
For his birthday, I started preparations half a year in advance. I folded a large jar of plastic tube five-pointed stars, but I felt that it was too explicit and not good enough, so I didn’t give it. Finally, I picked the necklace that was very popular at the time with engraving on rice grains, and I thought about it. For a long time, I decided to say "how are you". Years later, when I saw the movie "Love Letter", the heroine shouted お元気ですか at the end of the film, only to realize that I loved him so much back then.
Ever since I went to the playground to run and met him after my self-study last night, I went there every day for two years, and my friends still say that they admire him. Usually run two laps, meet him around 600 meters, and then walk 600 meters together. There are no lights in the playground, the light from the dormitory is reflected in the distance, and the moon in the sky is very bright. After returning to the dormitory, even if I hide in the dark and sneak into the water room to wash my face, I am still very happy (I am seriously night blind). For the past two years, my physical education class has always been very good. In the sports meeting, the first 400, the first 400, the first 800, the second 129 Running first.
There was a period of time when we took a bus from the high school back to the city, and we would meet near the junior high school, so we went shopping and eating together for several weekends in a row as if we had made an appointment. We had steak at Niuba, and he specially ordered a heart-shaped taro cake for me, cut in half, he ate half and I ate half. As a result, the whole plate was cut up and eaten, and I never got tired of it, and didn't feel troublesome at all.
When they were on duty, he was the flag-raiser. When he was introduced on the radio, there was a long list of representatives from various student union ministers and cadre classes. I remember clearly that all our class gave a "wow" at the quiet morning meeting. Very abrupt. I only knew then that my secret was no longer a secret at all, but only he didn't.
In the second year of high school, a very cheap boy in their class told my best friend on QQ that he had a girlfriend and was his "sister", and asked me to stop pestering him.
So I stopped writing the diary. This complete one-line relationship overwhelmed me. It seemed like a bottomless pit sucked all my energy into it, and I felt powerless like drowning.
I feel that I am always giving, and he never responds, everything is my illusion, and my whole being is completely living in an unreal world.
In the summer of my second year of high school, I took a year off from school, and when I went back to school, I was at the same level as him.
In the past, it was something I would wake up laughing when I dreamed. Even though we are the same age, I have always cared about my status as his senior sister.
However, in the environment where a group of lower-level children older than me surrounded me and called me my sister, I was walking on thin ice, and I didn't dare to say a word to him, and I just said hello when I met.
At that time, the cafeteria even arranged the table of their class next to the table of my class in the third year of high school. When I found out, I had mixed feelings, and I was very careful not to eat too close to him.
After graduating from high school, he asked me to go to the movies.
I wrote in my diary: "On June 18, 2006, when I returned to school, I looked back and saw him again. He asked me out again, another promise that I didn't know that could be fulfilled in the year of the monkey. In six years, I looked back and saw him again."
Later we Did you watch Superman Returns?
When crossing the road, he naturally took my hand.
I thought it was a normal move. When I got to the other side of the road, I let go of it naturally, but it was the warmth I had been looking forward to for six years, and I regretted it.
Would the result be different if I hadn't let go of your hand at that time.
On Tuesday, August 7, 2007, the diary of the freshman summer vacation:
"I received your text message last night asking me to go out, I thought I had long since felt it, but I was dissatisfied with the mirror again and again this morning, and I realized that I am still You care. How can you not care.
When chatting, you are surprised that I still remember what you said, your little habits, and even which pocket you put what in your pocket. Seven years of love have made me accustomed to remembering your every move, habit To observe you, get used to loving you. Habits are such a terrifying thing.
Originally, I was going to die at a funeral. After dinner, I said I was running out of time to go to the movies. Jay Chou's "The Secret That Can't Be Said", I felt a hundred emotions when I watched it. Intersection. During the period, there is a horror movie meaning, I pulled your arm, but you held my hand little by little, and didn't let go until the end of the film. How can I let go this time.
My left hand, you The right hand. I have been longing for the tenderness. But
now, what is it? Movies once a year, ambiguous once a year.
In the car, I received a text message from you and I to each other at the same time. The tacit understanding between us is so entangled that it makes my heart hurt.
If there is no woman to love in the world, please think of me. "The
story is over.
After that, I have never loved so humbly. The only thing I am dissatisfied with in "The Little Thing About First Love" is the
ending, which is superfluous and superfluous.
The
first love is like that, pure beauty, without any desire.
You ask me what I wanted to do with that person, and I can't say anything at all.
After many years, the two will meet again and compliment each other hypocritically.
We chatted His legendary girlfriend, he is very confused, but we can't change anything except scold the boy who can't be more cheap.
Missing is missing, this is the end of first love
Maybe the director thinks that most first loves in reality are not perfect, so they arranged them specially. Well
...and also...the Thai version of Fengjie is very entertaining.
01/15/2011
You, my, his first love, these little things
these two days Whenever I have time, I watch "This Little Thing About First Love" over and over again, like a charm.
I also ran to youtube to find the original soundtrack and listened to it over and over again. It is very Thai, very tropical, very fresh, and very distinctive music.
I didn't expect the Thai language Speaking out makes the actor so tragic, his image is greatly reduced, but he sings well. After
watching more, he noticed a lot of details that he didn't notice when he saw it for the first time.
Xiao Shui liked Ah Liang for three years, and Xiao Bin also liked Ah Bright for three years. This movie is not talking about Xiaobin's first love.
When Senior Ah Liang was punished to stand in the corridor because of a prank in class, Xiao Bin was sitting in the classroom and snickering, but Ah Liang jokingly ran out to see his Xiao Shui (really handsome, really sunny, drooling one place).
When Xiao Shui was bullied by the mango cake girl who liked Ah Liang, Xiao Bin was the first to stand up to help her, and even ran to Ah Liang to complain. He probably thought he had eliminated an opponent, but unexpectedly, he knew his biggest rival.
Xiao Shui played the role of Snow White, Xiao Bin was dragged to help her with makeup, and then went to A Liang, who was stunned, to ask for credit. In the end, just because A Liang didn't want to publicly praise Xiao Shui, he was inexplicably poured cold water.
When Xiao Shui practiced conducting the military band, there was a background of the football team practicing ball behind him. A Liang is practicing dribbling, and A Tuo is practicing flipping the ball. When he sees Xiao Shui, the ball is flipped and he lost it haha.
The director's focus is too serious. In fact, some of the little actors in the background are very exciting, but they are blurred. For example, when Ah Liang came out to buy a drink for Xiao Shui, he said: The football player wants four Pepsis, and Xiao Shui stared blankly behind him. Also, for example, when Ah Liang Zuo's play substitute almost kissed Snow White with braces, Xiao Shui's three bad friends were even more excited than Xiao Shui at the back.
And the boy who played the prince in the drama actually liked Xiao Shui for three years.
When Xiao Shui was watching the ball game and delivering water to Ah Liang, the prince had been sitting next to Xiao Shui to flush and discharge the water.
When he finally graduated, the prince ran to find Xiao Shui, and specially reserved the place in his heart to write for Xiao Shui, so that Xiao Shui "writes his love on it". So Xiao Shui wrote "on the top".
The prince was ignored like this, and the film took the first place.
A Liang goes to every football match and Xiao Bin goes to see her. She is happier than anyone else when she scores a goal. Eat and sit together, and usually play and chat between classes.
A Tuo helped Xiao Shui celebrate his birthday, and A Liang and Xiao Bin went there. The song "Love You But You Don't Know" was actually sung by Xiao Bin playing the guitar by the campfire. I don't know who it was singing to.
When graduating, Xiao Bin finally confessed a week earlier than Xiao Shui, so he could write his name on the heart of Ah Liang's school uniform generously.
As a result, Xiao Shui cried and fell into the water (the part of falling into the water was so joyous, the original tragic atmosphere was destroyed all of a sudden, spray water), and it was over after only a week of being together.
At the end of the movie, A Liang helped Xiao Bin to take care of the child. Xiao Bin was very touched and said that you love him more than his biological father. Ah Liang said, Xiao Bin's son is my son.
I don't know how I would feel when I heard this if I were Xiaobin.
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